Rattlesnake Jack just sort of stared at the skeleton, with the puke filled shoulder-pads, slowly dripping from it. He, had no idea where the Hell he was, all he remembered was he ran quite a bit. Nothing else appeared to be in the room. Rattlesnake Jack stumbled in front of the skeleton as he casually waved his hand in front of it. 

"...What kin'er feller keeps a skeleton with shoulders, and curvy blade?" Rattlesnake Jack mused to himself as he just watched the puke drip from the shoulder pads. It was, actually pretty interesting. Rattlesnake Jack rolled his neck around. "...Well reckon, oughta look around. Pardners up, where..." he stumbled a bit as he hiccuped, "Wherever it was, should be fine. Gotta get lootin', I reckon." He glanced back at the hallway he ran down from, and started heading up that way, before glancing again at the skeleton.